Malecon

Rain-soaked from relentless Atlantic waves, I aimed my lens down the iconic seawall to catch a tourist celebrating the surge’s triumphant crash. Under Havana’s twilight, the Malecon becomes a stage where human exuberance meets raw ocean force, each droplet glinting like suspended jewels. In capturing this split-second interplay, I learned that art sometimes demands we step into the splash zone—shirt drenched and shutter humming.

 

Here on the shore, we suffer for our art, discovering that the best moments are worth every salty drop.

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